Forbidden Love

25 - Call to the Wild

The full moon hung like a luminous beacon in the night sky, its silvery light filtering through Varian's window and casting an ethereal glow across his room. He sat at his desk, a frown etched on his face as he scrolled through reports on a glowing tablet. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity – increased patrols after the attack, tense negotiations with the elves and fairies, all while keeping a watchful eye on Lashanie's recovery.

Despite the lingering effects of the wolfsbane, Lashanie had healed remarkably fast. The doctors attributed it to a combination of her werewolf resilience and the mysterious properties of the vampire blood soup. However, there was something else, something Varian couldn't quite put his finger on. Lashanie's movements had a newfound fluidity, a touch of wildness in her eyes that sent a thrill down his spine.

A sudden creak of the floorboard made him look up. There, framed by the doorway, stood Lashanie. The moonlight bathed her in an otherworldly glow, highlighting the faint stripes on her arms and the glint of gold in her eyes. She was no longer just the Luna, she was a creature of both human and wolf, a captivating blend of vulnerability and raw power.

She was dressed in black leather pants and a simple white tank top, a stark contrast to the sterile white gowns she'd worn during her recovery. Her hair, usually worn in a braid, cascaded down her shoulders in a wild mane, the moonlight catching the silver streaks that had appeared since her transformation.

Varian's breath hitched in his throat. "Lashanie," he stammered, his voice rough with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

A slow smile spread across her face, a hint of mischief dancing in her golden eyes. "Just... paying a visit to a handsome vampire who's been working a little too late," she purred, her voice a husky whisper.

Varian rose from his chair, his initial surprise giving way to a slow burn of desire. "Lashanie..." he began, his voice a low rumble.

She stepped closer, the space between them shrinking with each step. The scent of honeysuckle and something primal, something wild, filled the air. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his chest through his shirt.

"The healers say I'm fully recovered," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "But... there's a certain wildness in me now. A wildness I want to explore."

Varian's pulse hammered in his chest. He knew this full moon would awaken something primal within her, a yearning for freedom and untamed passion. He had seen it in her eyes, a flicker of something untamed, a hunger that mirrored his own.

"And what exactly," he rasped, his voice thick with desire, "do you want to explore, Luna?"

Lashanie's smile widened, a flicker of playful defiance in her eyes. "Why don't we find out together, Varian?" she purred, stepping even closer.

The air crackled with unspoken desire, an electric current pulsing between them. The sterile confines of his room suddenly felt like a cage, a barrier that needed to be broken. He knew the risks, the potential dangers of exploring this untamed side of her. But in that moment, with the full moon as their witness and the wild hunger burning bright in their eyes, both reason and fear melted away.

Varian reached out, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her arm. The faint stripes sent a jolt through him, a reminder of the power that resided within her. He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently tracing the soft skin.

"Just remember, Lashanie," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "wildness can be beautiful, but it can also be dangerous. Are you sure you're ready for what you might find?"

Lashanie met his gaze, her eyes blazing with a wild, untamed fire. "Ready or not," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "the moon is calling, and I can't resist its pull."